Abamsky

He’s the cursed King of the Night.
She’s the last omega prophesied to break him.

Selene has been hiding her scent, her power, and her past. But the moment Valerian—the cold, dangerously seductive Night King—catches her scent, the hunt begins.

He claims her with one bite.
She burns him with one touch.

Bound by fate. Torn by secrets. Their desire is forbidden… but irresistible. And in the dark palace of the damned, passion could save them—or unleash hell itself.

Fated to Night king

Chapter 56 – A Queen with No Crown

"True power isn't taken. It's claimed in the silence after the world dares you to stand alone."

The Night Court was trembling beneath the weight of change.

She stood before it—crownless, barefoot, her silver-blooded hands stretched open to the court that once called her nothing. The scorched dais behind her bore no sigils, no banners. Only the echo of what had been.

Let them see the ashes. Let them remember.

"Selene," Nova said, approaching her with a sealed scroll. "They're calling for a Summit. The other courts—the Moonborne, the Bloodshades, even the Fae Houses—they want answers."

"They want to know if I'm a threat," Selene said, her voice calm.

Nova nodded. "Or if you're their salvation."

Selene took the scroll, unsealing it without flinching. Her eyes skimmed the words—formal threats masked as invitations, sugar-coated poison from kingdoms built on fear.

Valerian stood behind her, silent, watchful.

He hadn't left her side since they returned. But even he felt the tremor beneath this moment. The whole world had seen her rise from the Abyss. And the world was not kind to those who defied death.

"They want me to kneel," Selene said. "To swear loyalty. To prove I'm safe."

Bea scoffed from the corner. "Safe isn't sexy."

Selene smirked. "Neither is surrender."

Valerian stepped beside her. "Then what's the play, omega?"

Selene turned to him, her silver eyes burning. "I won't go to the Summit."

Three days later, the Night Court was filled with strangers.

Fae princes in gleaming robes. Alpha queens in enchanted armor. A blood priestess from the Scarlet Order. And in the middle of it all stood Selene—still uncrowned, still undefeated.

"Why summon us to a ruin?" one alpha hissed.

Selene met her eyes. "Because that's what every empire looks like before it's rebuilt."

A murmur swept through the chamber.

The Bloodshade emissary—old, sunken-eyed—stepped forward. "What do you intend, girl?"

Selene lifted her hand. The air shimmered.

The remnants of the Abyss Crown glowed along her skin, not as metal but as living runes, ancient and wild.

"I intend to undo every chain," she said. "The omega laws. The binding curses. The hunger hierarchies. I intend to free every bloodline trapped under fate."

Selene's voice was a blade. "So was surviving the Abyss."

Valerian stepped beside her, no longer the cursed king—now her shadow, her blade, her match.

"You can join us," he said. "Or you can get out of the way."

Because deep down, they all knew…

And standing at the edge of their unraveling was a queen who wore no crown—but commanded the storm like a god.

That night, in the garden of the shattered palace, Selene finally breathed.

Valerian found her beneath the tree with silver leaves—the only living thing that had survived the Abyss fire when they returned.

He knelt behind her. Kissed the back of her shoulder.

"You didn't sit on the throne," he whispered.

"I don't need it," she murmured. "Let them keep their chairs. I'll build a path instead."

Selene turned to him, fingers slipping into his hair.

End of Chapter 56 – Next: "Of Chains and Chosen Ones" (Chapter 57)